Wheeling Gull Isle vaucha

did he want anyone down here?

i suppose i don't know why they would want to be down here, if not for some type of...exile. his brows furrowed in brief thought. his back turned away from heading any deeper into the cavern, near eager to make his way back into the sunlight.

the memories of here still stung.

there's so much beauty here elsewhere. the greenhills, as you say, for example. perhaps it's best to spook off any who might want to live in a lion's den.